Franky hadn’t been to the beach since he was four years old. He couldn’t wait for the fun. He remembered making sand castles, running in and out of the water with the waves, and burying his dad in the sand. He didn’t like having to wear a diaper while on the trip, but he hadn’t worn a diaper on family outings for six months. As a big seven year old he wouldn’t have to wear diapers or pull-ups again.
Franky was still thinking about the beach when he was sent up to bed. As his mom read the next chapter of the book she was reading for a bed time story, he started to drift off to sleep dreaming about his birthday party. The last thing he remembered was his mom kissing him good night and saying, “Sleep tight my little darling. You have a big day ahead of you for such a little boy.”